Ten True Stories (670 hits)
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Submitted by Butters (View user info) at 2008-09-26 08:55:05 EDT
When I was in Junior School we had a school fete and they'd organised a lucky dip with loads of cool little prizes. I found where they were being kept and stole a whole bunch of them, then blamed another girl because I didn't like her very much. She got in loads of trouble and it still haunts me to this day. I hope she doesn't remember it.
I have a person in my head that I talk to when I'm bored or on long journeys. Apparently this isn't normal. I don't think I'll mention it to anyone again.
I want to get another job because this one is turning me into a person I don't like. I was never that much of a people person, but I'm far too young to be this cynical and I sometimes think I jar on my friend's nerves for being so negative. The person I speak to in my head says this is just natural anxiety, and points out that my friends are all jaded cunts too.
The first and only time I've ever been beaten up was when I was about eight, and I was encouraging a load of my friends to pick on this one kid relentlessly for no reason. His dad told him to kick the shit out of me and he did - he was crying the whole time. My dad just stood there watching, let me run off and came to find me later once I'd cried myself out. I've never picked on anyone since, and I still remember sitting on those steps with my dad sat next to me explaining quietly why what I'd done was wrong and why he didn't stop the boy from beating me up. I'll never forget it and I respect my dad anew every time I remember how fucking awful I felt because that's the sort of lesson you never forget. I hope if I ever have kids I know how to teach them this sort of lesson without screwing them up.
I grew up in Germany and we had deep, amazing snow every winter. I feel sad that children in England don't get the same experience my brother and I did, because snow is easily the best thing in the world when you're a kid. I challenge anyone to say they don't get a small, brief thrill of excitement when they see the first flutter and I'm sad that my future potential children won't get to feel that.
My mum and my step-dad have only been married a year. When my Nan died a few months ago they took guardianship of my disabled Uncle who now lives with them in their marital home. I respect them more than I can ever say because they accepted that level of responsibility without even considering an alternative, and I don't think I'll ever be that selfless.
I have a dent in my left shin from breaking in to a kid's play park in the middle of the night and climbing a wooden structure that I vaguely recall involving a slide and cargo netting. I have a dent in my right shin from crashing a shopping trolley that I was racing with another friend. A third friend was inside the trolley. I was drunk both times. My right elbow locks intermittently from an incident involving quad skates and concrete stairs when I was a kid. I never wore my skates again, but I continue to do stupid things when I'm drunk. I wonder at what age the learning stops.
I like things that are very old because it makes me feel a part of time, and unless I can see evidence of the past I tend to sort of disbelieve that things ever happened before I was there to see them. I sometimes imagine how people in the distant future will look back on things that we leave behind and wonder whether I should be writing instructions on stuff I throw away so they don't get confused about what they are, like with Stonehenge. Then I wonder whether there will ever be a distant future and that makes me sad. I try not to think about it too much.
I can spend all weekend reading books, away from people. I should probably be out making stories of my own in the real world instead of hiding in my head but I figure it's kind of the same thing if you're enjoying it, then I think that's quite a depressing way of seeing things. I'm not sure which one I believe the most but until I decide I think I'll stick with the one that doesn't involve having to come up with my own dialogue or going out into the rain.
When I went on the Samurai ride at Chessington a few years ago my harness unlocked and I spent the entire duration desperately holding myself into a seat as I was flung in all directions and when we went upside down, the speed of the ride was the only thing that kept me from plummeting to my death. It was the scariest moment of my entire life. There is no punchline to this and it didn't make me a better person it just scared the shit out of me, but I think it was the most alive I've ever been.
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Submitted by locksly (user info) at 2008-09-30 09:25:41 EDT (#)
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I like things that are very old because it makes me feel a part of time, and unless I can see evidence of the past I tend to sort of disbelieve that things ever happened before I was there to see them.
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I think similarly
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-09-30 08:17:26 EDT (#)
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You sound brilliant.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2008-09-27 00:33:08 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Flying_buttmonkey (user info) at 2008-09-26 17:04:28 EDT (#)
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I seem to have missed the 'd' off the word 'and' twice below.
Blame the booze.
Submitted by Flying_buttmonkey (user info) at 2008-09-26 17:03:18 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-09-26 11:52:40 EDT (#)
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Man, it's been so long since I've seen you post.
Almost hear you telling me these stories.
Nearly called the other night but didn't think you'd appreciate it.
Did meet captain throns the other day and we talked about you a bit.
You don't have to worry, nothing bad.
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I have to say, the fact that you had to disclaimer that worried me a little in an of itself.
Hope you and Mr Davs had a good time though and didn't spend too long talking about me because lets face it, snore. An no, I post but infrequently. It makes what few I do post all that much more the special. Right?
Right?
Hello?
(Cindy, the book is by my left elbow. Thanks sweetie)
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-09-26 14:06:04 EDT (#)
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Submitted by John_H_Kim (user info) at 2008-09-26 12:51:06 EDT (#)
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The first and only time I've ever been beaten up was when I was about eight, and I was encouraging a load of my friends to pick on this one kid relentlessly for no reason. His dad told him to kick the shit out of me and he did - he was crying the whole time. My dad just stood there watching, let me run off and came to find me later once I'd cried myself out. I've never picked on anyone since, and I still remember sitting on those steps with my dad sat next to me explaining quietly why what I'd done was wrong and why he didn't stop the boy from beating me up. I'll never forget it and I respect my dad anew every time I remember how fucking awful I felt because that's the sort of lesson you never forget. I hope if I ever have kids I know how to teach them this sort of lesson without screwing them up.
I loved this one. +2
Submitted by Ejryuu (user info) at 2008-09-26 12:21:16 EDT (#)
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My favorite was the last one. The closest I have to that was at a water park where you have six people on a big raft thing going down a half pipe and we'd go way too high up on the side. I blame the one really fat buy but when your plastic little raft is sticking halfway out of the tube with a few hundred feet of air separating you and the ground, you get worried.
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2008-09-26 12:09:21 EDT (#)
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you should have got a book in the post today. sorry for my slackness. 2 kids under two... blah blah blah.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-09-26 11:52:40 EDT (#)
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Man, it's been so long since I've seen you post.
Almost hear you telling me these stories.
Nearly called the other night but didn't think you'd appreciate it.
Did meet captain throns the other day and we talked about you a bit.
You don't have to worry, nothing bad.
Submitted by Flying_buttmonkey (user info) at 2008-09-26 11:39:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
A lucky dip is when they get this massive bin sort of thingy, fill it with polystyrene beads or whatever then chuck presents in there for kids to fish out. Some presents are shit, some are okayish. You must pay a fee for this.
Much hilarity ensues.
Junior school is the one you go to after infants and before senior. You leave when you're 10 or 11. I don't know what American's call this; your ways are strange to me.
But yes - Chessington. Ride at your own risk.
>flashbacks<
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-09-26 10:49:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I like things that are very old because it makes me feel a part of time, and unless I can see evidence of the past I tend to sort of disbelieve that things ever happened before I was there to see them. I sometimes imagine how people in the distant future will look back on things that we leave behind and wonder whether I should be writing instructions on stuff I throw away so they don't get confused about what they are, like with Stonehenge. Then I wonder whether there will ever be a distant future and that makes me sad. I try not to think about it too much.
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Too true.
Submitted by thaumaturge (user info) at 2008-09-26 10:42:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Lost harness???! wow!
Submitted by SgtHartman (user info) at 2008-09-26 10:17:02 EDT (#)
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+2 cause I said I would,
but what the fuck is a lucky dip? is it anything like FunDip the candy?
Submitted by i_can_get_you_a_toe (user info) at 2008-09-26 10:14:40 EDT (#)
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I like cheese.
And I love my mother.
Submitted by sage104 (user info) at 2008-09-26 09:39:59 EDT (#)
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I grew up in Germany and we had deep, amazing snow every winter. I feel sad that children in England don't get the same experience my brother and I did, because snow is easily the best thing in the world when you're a kid. I challenge anyone to say they don't get a small, brief thrill of excitement when they see the first flutter and I'm sad that my future potential children won't get to feel that.
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Made me jealous and excited and sad...I love snow, and we almost NEVER get good snow in Central VA. I need to move to New England or Canada or something, fuck.
When I went on the Samurai ride at Chessington a few years ago my harness unlocked and I spent the entire duration desperately holding myself into a seat as I was flung in all directions and when we went upside down, the speed of the ride was the only thing that kept me from plummeting to my death. It was the scariest moment of my entire life. There is no punchline to this and it didn't make me a better person it just scared the shit out of me, but I think it was the most alive I've ever been.
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I hyperventilated reading this. I'm deathly afraid of heights and I also have horrible vertigo so I never go on roller coasters. This only solidifies my belief that roller coasters are torture devices.
Submitted by Cyrus (user info) at 2008-09-26 09:18:43 EDT (#)
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"When I was in Junior School we had a school fete and they'd organised a lucky dip"
Didn't read past that - have no idea what you're talking about.